A grooved blood-draining altar at America's Stonehenge in New Hampshire.
I believe the bung hole speaks for itself.
A semi-longhaired Quinn with a cackling burlap-cowled ghoul.
Dawn nestled in the bosom of a "crypt" at America's Stonehenge.
Cute shot of my wifey in the parking lot at AS.
Hackers will appreciate this sign outside the Salem Science Museum. I don't know why the house is saying GNU, it just means GNU's Not Unix to me.
An unshaven me in our room at the Hawthorne Hotel in downtown Salem.
My turn to crouch in a crypt at America's Stonehenge.
The beautiful Dawnsel in distress--menaced by a leatherfaced ghoul in Salem.
ARRR, matey! I be a pirate, and not the butt-type!
Two-fisted paraffin pirate action-Action-ACTION!
Quinn and his dead buddy.
Breakin' the law, squeezin' the bosoms of the mutant apple-headed woman in Salem.